Love, O my love, shall I
wait for you panting strong by
our black stream bubbling
with the sweetness of desire?
My delicious One tight with love that
fills me and takes me away whole,
when will you come as flesh soft
to wet all that is good in me?
Dipping all we were in the
black pool night warm with love,
and painted naked under the moon
that winked at our sublime innocence.
And your hair shone aroused in
the moonlit shadowy ink of night,
tossed by the breeze and swayed
by our passion unleashed to the dark.
Love, O my love, I see you rippling
there, eyes wide, longing deep, peering
into our black bourn swelling up
full with the sweetness of our desire.